Free BlindFire by Colin Wraight

finger  paused  at  the  bruise  over  his  eye, the  finger  began  to  tremble  as  a  well  of  emotion  erupted  from  his  stomach.
      “Daddy. “ Pleaded a tiny vo ice. “Don’t cry.” Tommy raised his hand to his father’s wet cheek.
      “Oh Tom.” Danny wiped his eyes and tried to focus on his son.
      “Daddy, it hurts.”
      “I know..... But you have to be brave.”
      “Where’s Mummy...... I want to see Mummy! When is she coming back from heaven? ”
      Tears welled up in Danny’s eyes once more. “I’m sorry Son , you can’t. You  see, she’s  gone  to  sleep  for  a  very  long  time .....”
      Tommy turned his head away. “Like the Hamster?”
      His father   faltered  for  a  second  as  he  struggled  to  remember  the  pet  Hamster  which  had  passed  away  a f ew  months  earlier. “Yes Son   just  like  the  Hamster, except  Mummy  dreams  about  you  all  the  time.”
      “Has she gone to baby Jesus ?”
      Danny nodded. “She’s in a beautiful place now.”
      Tears  rolled  down Tom’s   cheeks  which  had  become  red  and  flushed. “Can we go and see her now?”
      “No son, we can’t.”
      “Daddy the bad man was here last night...!” Tom whispered. “Sometimes he hides behind the curtains.”
      Danny turned to Major Rothschild and frowned.
      “He has nightmares every night.” The Major said and smiled at the boy. “I’ve asked them to leave a light on for him..! And the nurses check up on him regularly throughout the night.”
    ***
     
     
    “Danny..! What the hell are you doing?”
      He turned to face his friend as he continued to lift the Rucksack on to his back. “I’ve got to do this..! Don’t try to stop me.”
      Harry stepped into the room and closed the door so that his wife couldn’t hear the conversation. “And what exactly is it that you’ve got to do?”
      “That psycho has got my daughter and god only knows what he’s doing to her!”
      Harry shook his head and frowned. “But you don’t even know where to start looking.”
      “I think I might!” Danny said. “From what Rothschild’s been saying I reckon he’s gone back to Northern Ireland .”
      “For gods sake Danny..! Northern Ireland ? You go there and start asking question and you’ll wind up in a ditch with an hole in the back of your head.”
      “I know what you think but I can’t sit around here anymore.” Danny said and took a step toward the door. “You gonna get out of my way?”
      Harry held his ground and then stubbornly moved. “What about your son? What about Tommy? He’s due out of hospital tomorrow.”
      “I want...! I want you to tell him that I’ve gone to get his sister.” He said and held out his hand for Harry to shake. “… And I want you and Clair to look after him until I come back.”
      Harry tentatively took Danny’s hand and nodded. “OK I won’t try to stop you but I want you to wait until tomorrow. I want Tommy settled in here before you go anywhere!”
    ***
     
     
       It  had  been  raining  for  days  and  today  was  no  different.  The windows had been battered without rest.  It was impossible to see through them as the train thundered south to Duisburg . Danny was tired, he only noticed now as he sat with the side of his head up against the cool glass watching the damp greenery fly past at an hundred miles an hour.
       Over the past days he had come to realise that soldiering was all he knew and that maybe his whole life had been for this one purpose. Sahra had to be found and Hopefully he would find Mckay along the way and kill him or what remained of his family would never be safe again..
    Leaving  Tommy   behind  with  Har ry  and  Clair  had  been hard on  everyone, especially  Tommy . He’d toughened up since the funeral of his Mother and even started to play once again how he used to. But  every